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Gwin had just kissed Lance.
She’d dreamed of it for years. Not during the day while the sun shone and everyone saw her face. But every night as darkness fell, the dreams came to her.
They were pretty PG dreams. She knew what happened between a man and a woman in the bedroom, of course. She was a witch, after all. Witches were taught from a young age that their bodies were temples and worthy of praise and adoration and pleasure.
However, learning about a process and experiencing the process were two entirely different things. She'd read about the press of lips to another's, but the feeling in real life was unexpected. Lance's mouth had been pillow soft and warm. At the same time, his lips had been firm and unyielding. The two polarities fascinated her as they wouldn't fit in neat comp
